Remember Me

Chapter I

I opened my eyes up and frowned as all I saw was white. It was deafeningly silent. I strained to listen and was rewarded with a quiet ticking noise. My body felt heavy, like I was under a building. I guessed that I wasn't as I wiggled my fingers and then my toes, thinking hard.

Who was I? What happened?

I looked down at my hands. My middle finger boasted a heart, another finger a skull and crossbones with a heart. The side of my hand read 'punx' in a handwritten scrawl. My arms showed further, with so much colour I couldn't take it all in, but I saw a "Joseph" tattoo. Joseph?

Suddenly the door beeped and clicked and I heard footsteps. My bed was risen and I could now clearly see I was in a hospital room. Cue female doctor.

"Mr Armstrong, happy to see you finally awake. How are you feeling?"

This doctor had dark red hair which was pulled back into a ponytail. She looked very official, with heels and white clothes and a clipboard. She studied me.

"Hell, do you even know who you are?"

I shook my head, the small action alone bringing on a headache. She picked a mirror up and held it in front of what was apparently my face. My entire hairline was covered up with a bandage, indicating a head injury. No wonder I had no idea what was happening.

"Can you tell me your name?" The nurse spoke up. I thought for a while. Nothing.

"'Fraid I can't." I shrugged.

"Your name is..." I rolled my eyes as she checked my file. Drumroll, please. "Billie Joe Armstrong. You're 32."

Billie Joe. Really.

I nodded once. "Anything else you can tell me?"

She checked my file again. "You're divorced. Two boys, Jakob who is 6 and Joseph who is nearly 9."

Ah, Joseph.

"And apparently you're in a band."

I perked up. "Band?"

"You guys are quite famous according to Wikipedia."

I rolled my eyes again. This was going to take a while.